Hey everyone! So up this chapter is the beautiful song "Venting" by Chrisophe Beck (Seeker- The Dark is Rising Soundtrack) Did you see the new cover photo? ;)
Chapter Ten
"Where to?" I asked pessimistically as we boarded the Quinjet again.
"Stuttgart. Germany." Natasha Romanoff replied, seating herself in the pilots chair, "Buckle up."
With a few quick pushes of buttons the jet was in flight again, and I found myself regretting my decision. I was under-trained and my powers only attributed to my lack of qualifications. If I made it back alive tonight I needed to remind Fury to leave me in the dojo.
"How extensive is your training?" Natasha asked, multitasking.
"Officially I trained for two years before they put me on assignment, though after a few recent...'mishaps'... they put me on security duty at the old base. I suppose you know the rest of the story." I began to mumble.
"So... are your spin, roundhouse, underfoot kicks up to scratch?" she queried.
"Hmm..." I began to think, "Not so much."
"How bout' gun handling? Whats your shot count."
"Last time I was tested about seventy out of a hundred."
"Not too bad. But you're gonna need some serious training before I let you off this jet."
"I wasn't exactly excited to tag along." I replied. Then there was silence. Rogers sat across from me and occasionally I would notice him stare at me. I would meet his eyes momentarily then flick my gaze elsewhere, avoiding any awkwardness. He seemed interested in me, in an annoying 'Phil-like' kind of way. Less fan-boyish though.
Reaching my hand into my jacket pocket I found Phil's coin. He must have slipped it in there when I wasn't looking. I weaved it and around my fingers, referring closely the notes I had read on telekinesis. A lot of the key was to focus, properly. Visualize in your head want you wanted the object to do. In my case in needed to be less split second and more voluntary. I starred down at the coin and placed in gently into the middle of my right palm.
"Okay," I thought to myself, "What do I want the coin to do? I want it to hover over my hand."
Breathing in deeply and closing my eyes I focused on what I wanted. The feat was not hard. All I had to do was to lift a little coin. Tiny and miniscule. Floating. Weightless.
The coin began to wobble in my hand, almost lifting. Opening my eyes I glared it off, concentrating harder and harder. Sudden the coin began to leave me hand and it hovered over my palm just like I wanted it to.
"That's amazing!" Rogers said, making me loose my focus.
"Huh?" I looked over to him as the coin shot up into the room, imbedding itself in the metal.
"Looks like I'm a little out of practice." I joked, Rogers had a small smirk forming on the corners of his lips.
"Actually, if you can do that to Loki, we'll be perfectly fine."
I found myself smiling back when I realized how stupid I must have looked. Smiling at the fact I had vandalized a plane. Clearing my throat I regained my impassivity as did the Captain.
"Well. Captain Rogers—," I tried to say something unrelated.
"You can call me Steve. Save the Captain for when we're on duty."
"Well... Steve...," I began smiling to myself again, "While I love being confused with my brother as Agent Coulson, Em is fine."
"Em..." he smiled to himself as well. Then the two of use went back to staring at our feet, the goofy smiles slowly receding.
"Anyway. About what you said before. Birds gotta learn to fall before it can fly. What did you mean?"
"Pardon?" I said confused.
"When you came to my room to get me." I insisted.
"I didn't say anything. I came down the hall and then you punched me."
"No, but you had to have..." I stopped in thought, "If it wasn't you then who could it have been?"
"Maybe just your imagination." he proposed, remembering about his nose and rubbing it.
"Yeah, maybe."
I had no idea where we were. The Helicarrier could have been anywhere before we got onto the Quinjet, so I had no way of calculating the distance of our previous positioning in relation to Stuttgart. I had been on the Helicarrier for a good two hours before we left and we'd been flying for at least an half hour now. Both the Helicarrier and Quinjet were advanced transport modules and the Helicarrier housing engines that could travel cross-continentally within an hour. If we were on our way to Germany, judging from possible flight paths we could be there in little from ten minutes to another four hours! They wanted to find Loki sorely so I sided with the initial thought.
"We're fifteen minutes away. Get hooked up to your earphones and get ready to drop." Natasha said pointing to some earpieces behind us. Nice guessing on my part.
"I'm not using any of them. I'll do things the good old fashioned way." Steve said.
"Your call." Natasha replied, slightly annoyed. Steve stood near the back of the jet and held on as slowly we could see something ahead. In the middle of the city center was a mass of people, bowed down to one central figure; Loki. Decked out in some kind of antlered costume he swung around a glowing blue staff, that I remember all too well.
"Going in." Steve shouted as Natasha opened the back door. As we neared I saw one elderly man rise from the crowd, harshly greeted by Loki's murderous chuckle.
"Wait." I cried, holding Steve back. Loki was too pre-occupied to notice the Quinjet hover silently above him.
"—In the end you will always kneel." Loki bantered.
"Not to men like you!" retorted the brave elderly man.
"There are no men like me!" Loki laughed again, how proud he was of himself.
"There are always men like you."
"Look to your elder people, let him be an example." Loki lowered his staff, aiming it in the man's direction."
"That's enough." Steve said, "I'm not watching him kill a man," jumping from the jet. Just as Loki fired a blue blast Steve reached the ground and used his shield to deflect it. It reflected off the unbreakable metal and hit Loki, sending him down for the count. Or at least thats what I thought. As people screamed and scrambled away his head shot up.
"You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else we ended up disagreeing." Steve said.
"The Soldier," Loki laughed, "The man out of time."
"I'm not the one out of time here." Steve snipped back. The plane flew around and I heard the guns cock from underneath the plane.
"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down." Natasha said over the speakers. Loki glanced around eagerly then shot another blast up into the sky. Towards us. Natasha swerved it at the last minute, though I was standing at the back of the plane barely holding on as the door was open. The jolt knocked me off balance sending me plummeting forward, out the plane. At the last second I grabbed onto the edge of the doorway, latching on for dear life. Meanwhile, below I could hear the clashing of Steve's shield and Loki's staff and the helpless grunts from each as they fought.
"The guys all over the place." I heard Natasha say to her co-pilot, obviously not noticing I was handing 30 storey's out of the back of her plane.
"A little help here!" I shouted from the back. I couldn't hold on much longer.
"Oh my God." she said whipping her head around. Then, out of the blue, something happened that I was not expecting. Rock music began to flood from the radio and all the surrounding speakers.
"Agent Romanoff. You miss me?" said a cocky little voice. Tony Stark. Turning my head I saw a blasting Iron-man coming around the corner of a building. Just in the nick of time. He zoomed past the back of the jet and grabbed me, firing a blast at Loki simultaneously. Landing, he placed me down and let little rockets and guns appear out of his suit and aim at Loki. Feeling a bit out of place and Steve retrieved his shield I pulled out my gun and pointed it at Loki's head.
"Make your move ranger." Tony dared. Loki was lost. His armour shifted back to a slightly more normal attire, and his hands put up in the air. Tony's weapons retracted and he stood upright, "Good move." he commended comically.
"Mr. Stark." Steve said thorough heavy panting.
"Captain. Panic."
"Nice work." I laughed as Loki starred at us all like a tiny mouse.
Loaded on the plane, Loki didn't utter a single word. Steve and Stark stood huddled at the back of the plane while I began a staring competition with Loki.
"I don't like it." Steve said, turning away
"What? Rock of Ages giving up so easily? Tony joked.
"I don't remember it being that easy. That guy packs a wallop." A wallop? What's a wallop. Would have to google that later.
"Well you are pretty spry for an older fellow." Tony added. I was waiting for him to make an age joke. "What's your thing? Pilates?"
"What?" Steve said, slightly pissed and confused at the same time.
"It's like calisthenics. You might have missed a couple things. Y'know, doin' time as a... Cap-sicle." I laughed. Steve looked at me and I went back to staring at Loki.
"Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in."
"Yeah, theres a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you."
I ignored them and began to study the silent villain when a bolt of lighting flashed from the sky and made me jump.
"Careful." Steve warned, making sure I wasn't going to mess with the plane like before."
"I'm fine. Where did it come from?" I said as there was more thunder and lightning all around. Everyone looked outside the plane except for Loki and I. He was up to something. There was a loud crack and he shot his eyes to the sky.
"What's wrong. Scared of a little lightning?" Steve asked.
"I'm not overly fond of what follows," Loki replied ambiguously. That made everyone shudder. What did he mean? That was it! When reading about Loki it said that they had first encountered his brother a year before; Thor. And if I was up to date on my Norse Mythology, Thor was the God of Thunder.
"Incoming." I said, Loki stared at me and knew I had worked out his plan. BANG! there was a loud thump on the top of the plane and everyone looked up. Without haste, Stark grabbed his helmet. Again I gripped onto my gun and made my way in front of Loki. Stark walked to the back and 'unbuttoned the hatches'.
"What are you doing? Steve shouted as a caped figure landed inside the plane. Thor. Stark stood in front of him protectively only to be bashed backwards by Thor's overly large hammer. Staring down Thor I hoped he wouldn't have the guts to hit a women, I cocked my gun. I was absolutely crapping my pants and behind me Loki's seatbelt fastened tighter around him.
"Sorry." Thor said as he thrust his hammer towards me. I force field of some kind stopped his weapon short of me but the power behind it, sent me backwards with Stark. Hitting my head hardly on the walls of the plane. He ripped the belt from Loki with slight trouble and grabbed Loki by the throat flying out of the plane with his hammer in front of him.
"Em!" Steve shouted rushing next to me. I sat up straight away to show I wasn't harmed.
"I'm fine. Just a slight bump to the head!"
"And now there's that guy!" Stark said angrily, standing up.
"Another Asgardian?
"Do you think he's friendly?" Steve said, pulling me to my feet.
"It doesn't matter. If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract's lost." Stark said turning and following him.
"Stark! We need a plan of attack!" Steve shouted at him.
"I have a plan. Attack." and with that Iron-man jumped from the plane and zoomed off to go find Thor. Steve sighed and went over to grab a parachute.
"It's Thor. It's Loki's brother. He won't kill him. Trust me." I said.
"I'd sit this one out Cap'." Natasha added.
"I don't see how I can."
"These guys come from legend. They're basically Gods."
"There's only one God ma'am." Steve said as he wrestled to put on his parachute. "And I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that." Then grabbing his shield jumped from the plane and was gone.
Finally. My head was pounding with agony. I reached back to see if there was a lump only to be greeted with sticky wet fluid fresh in my hair. Blood. I held my hand back in front of me. It was coated in it. I must have split my head open banging it into the wall. Touching it had stung but at least I knew I could take care of it now. I was faint though. Loosing blood and quick. Where was the first aid kit?
"Ugh... Agent Romanoff?" I said slurring my speech as I went. "I need a little medical attention, if you could spare a few seconds."
Leaning up against the wall for support, well away from the opened back, I tried not to freak out. It was probably a minor cut that just bled a heaps. Nothing to worry about. From outside I could hear a battle going on below and shouting. More throbbing and pain. I held the wound as Natasha attempted to put the plane in autopilot. My vision was getting hazy too my also became balance off center. Fumbling around I knew that I was kidding myself. I needed medical help and quick. Everything was distorted, all I could do was close my eyes and focus on sounds. Though that was my one fatal fault. Closing my eyes didn't help, it only made passing out that much easier and within a few seconds I found myself hitting the floor with a thud and Natasha's shouts and shakes failing. All I wanted was to be back on the Helicarrier with Phil, away from all the drama. Then, darkness.
Eeeeeppp! So? Do you like? Finally we get to add Thor and Loki to the list of characters Emily's met. I know her fainting might be getting a little old but I can assure you this is the last time :P. In the next couple of chapters you are gonna hate me if you're looking for romance... XD. Also did any of you pick up the hidden avengers soundtrack song name in there... Guess right and the next chapter will be dedicated to you! Anyways... despite my begging for reviews and feedback I didn't get much at all. Seriously guys, review I need to know what you want!
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